Top 308 Blossoms Quotes & Sayings

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Last updated on November 8, 2024.
Intimacy blossoms anytime you let down your socially acceptable mask.
Life ought to be lived on a basis of silence, where truth blossoms.
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dig the plum blossoms — © Charles Olson
bees dig the plum blossoms
Such phantom blossoms palely shining Over the lifeless boughs of Time.
I always say that I went to the College of Blossoms and the University of Ray Charles.
Blossoms are scattered by the wind and the wind cares nothing but the blossoms of the heart no wind can touch.
Though flattery blossoms like friendship, yet there is a vast difference in the fruit.
A flower blossoms for its own joy.
The groom is like a flower of gold. When he walks, blossoms at his feet unfold.
A limited state with free economic systems is the soil where the liberty tree blossoms.
For in spite of the snapdragons and the duty millers and the cherry blossoms, it was always winter.
Gray hairs are death's blossoms.
What's old collapses, times change, And new life blossoms in the ruins. — © Friedrich Schiller
What's old collapses, times change, And new life blossoms in the ruins.
Break open A cherry tree And there are no flowers; But the spring breeze Brings forth myriad blossoms.
Drunk with beauty, I tore down Armfuls of blossoms. How desolate the marred sky!
A woman's spirit blossoms in the colors of her soul.
Love is the only flower that grows and blossoms without the aid of the seasons
Where the dance of Meera and the silence of Buddha meet, blossoms the true philosophy of Rajneesh.
Filipinos don't realize that victory is the child of struggle, that joy blossoms from suffering, and redemption is a product of sacrifice.
Oh, that's the beauty of the rose, that it blossoms and dies.
Tend your own garden: savor the blossoms, trim the weeds.
I was so happy when I went to Rome and I saw that the Romans eat them too, the squash blossoms. [...] No wonder I like the Italians!
Trust dies but mistrust blossoms.
The ancients waited for cherry blossoms, grieved when they were gone, and lamented their passing in countless poems. How very ordinary the poems had seemed to Sachiko when she read them as a girl, but now she knew, as well as one could know, that grieving over fallen cherry blossoms was more than a fad or convention.
Ye winds ye unseen currents of the air, Softly ye played a few brief hours ago; Ye bore the murmuring bee; ye tossed the air O'er maiden cheeks, that took a fresher glow; Ye rolled the round white cloud through depths of blue; Ye shook from shaded flowers the lingering dew; Before you the catalpa's blossoms flew, Light blossoms, dropping on the grass like snow.
The first time I saw a fingerbowl was at the home of my benefactress. [...] The water had a few cherry blossoms in it, and I thought it must be some clear sort of Japanese after-dinner soup and ate every bit of it, including the crisp little blossoms.
Tantarrara! the joyous Book of Spring Lies open, writ in blossoms.
Still sweet with blossoms is the year's fresh prime.
Moon, plum blossoms, this, that, and the day goes
The garden where you sit Has never a need of flowers, For you are the blossoms And only a fool or the blind Would fail to know it
What a strange thing! to be alive beneath cherry blossoms.
From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
The eyes of men love to pluck the blossoms from the faded flowers they turn away.
Trees are not known by their leaves, nor even by their blossoms, but by their fruits.
Criticism often takes from the tree caterpillars and blossoms together.
When you touch the pain of the world as real, there is a solidarity, an engagement with the Gospel, a living faith that blossoms forth.
What are we doing down here? We prepare the blossoms of tomorrow. We all manure future humanity.
A comely sight indeed it is to see, a world of blossoms on an apple tree. — © John Bunyan
A comely sight indeed it is to see, a world of blossoms on an apple tree.
Lord save us all from a hope tree that has lost the faculty of putting out blossoms.
Spring blossoms are fairy tales, autumn leaves are tragic dramas.
While art thrives on the blazing colours of scandal, literature blossoms on the dark soil of tragedy.
I mean, everything that is upon this earth, even from a worm or a caterpillar that blossoms into a butterfly, you know, these things are just amazing.
But listen to me. For one moment quit being sad. Hear blessings dropping their blossoms around you.
Nature does have manure and she does have roots as well as blossoms, and you can't hate the manure and blame the roots for not being blossoms.
And love was creation's source,creation's ruler; but all love's ways are strewn with blossoms and blood, blossoms and blood.
When learning is purposeful, creativity blossoms. When creativity blossoms, thinking emanates. When thinking emanates, knowledge is fully lit. When knowledge is lit, economy flourishes.
A poet is a verb that blossoms light in gardens of dawn, or sometimes midnight.
Earthly pride is like the passing flower, that springs to fall, and blossoms but to die. — © Henry Kirke White
Earthly pride is like the passing flower, that springs to fall, and blossoms but to die.
Unless a tree has borne blossoms in spring, you will vainly look for fruit on it in autumn.
When the flower blossoms, the bee will come.
The flowers are ravined by bees, the fruit blossoms are thrown to the ground, the wind the rain forces everything.
I like to think of thoughts as living blossoms borne by the human tree.
I, Woman, am that wonder-breathing rose That blossoms in the garden of the King.
Everything is cleansed and purified by the rains, and the Earth blossoms in beauty.
Come quickly -- as soon as these blossoms open, they fall. This world exists as a sheen of dew on flowers.
In the morning the sunflower blossoms due to the sun's rays. This morning I just wanted to remind you that my heart blossoms with love for you everyday I wake up and it is going to do that forever.
The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.
Thunder blossoms gorgeously above our heads, Great, hollow, bell-like flowers
You don't see a lot of difference between the Gin Blossoms and the Byrds.
Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees, Rock'd in the cradle of the western breeze.
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